He had worked rapidly, while Blair watched him with a sort of fascination.
“Get Dr. Vaughn,” ordered Craig, as soon as he had a breathing spell after his quick work, adding, “and Professor and Madame Rapport. Walter, attend to that, will you? I think you will find an officer outside. You’ll have to compel them to come, if they won’t come otherwise,” he added, giving the address of the Lodge, as we had found it.
Blair shot a quick look at him, as though Craig in his knowledge were uncanny. Apparently, the address had been a secret which he thought we did not know.
I managed to find an officer and dispatch him for the Rapports. A hospital orderly, I thought, would serve to get Dr. Vaughn.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE SERPENT’S TOOTH
I had scarcely returned to the ward when, suddenly, an unnatural strength seemed to be infused into Veda.
She had risen in bed.
“It shall not catch me!” she cried in a new paroxysm of nameless terror. “No—no—it is pursuing me. I am never out of its grasp. I have been thought six feet underground—I know it. There it is again—still driving me—still driving me!
“Will it never stop? Will no one stop it? Save me! It—is the death thought!”
She had risen convulsively and had drawn back in abject, cowering terror. What was it she saw? Evidently it was very real and very awful. It pursued her relentlessly.